The yellow list of this palace examination has already been hung on Chang'an Street, and then the news of who won the champion spread at a non-fast speed.

In fact, the triennial competition is undoubtedly a grand celebration for the people of Beijing, and the days and procedures of exams, rankings, and street parades are even clearer than some candidates.

In ancient times, when the entertainment industry was not developed, the palace examination was a major event comparable to the Olympic Games in later generations, and it was also very competitive.

Knowing that he was going to parade the streets today, the people got up early in the morning and waited on Chang'an Street for a gamble. This kind of excitement only comes once every three years, unlike cutting off people's heads at the entrance of the vegetable market, which happens once a year in autumn, and it's quite scary. Seeing that the champion has no mental pressure, and there are floats or something to see, it is really a rare spiritual enjoyment.

As soon as I walked out of the noon gate, I saw from a distance that there were black and oppressive human heads, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as a sea of people.

This is "people, mountain, people, sea"!

"The champion is here, the champion is here!"

"It's so majestic!"

……

There was an uproar.

When an official put a colorful ribbon on Wu Jie's body and inserted a big red silk flower into his crown, cheers suddenly sounded: "Good! ”

"What a merry man!"

Wu Jie got on the white horse, and under the leadership of the team, slowly walked forward.

He tried his best to put a faint smile on his face, and kept throwing his hands towards the crowd on all sides.

Naturally, the speed of this march was extremely slow, and he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

The most odious thing is that this honor guard and float still stop from time to time to do something that people can't understand, such as throwing flowers at the people. Sprinkling colored paper or something, it is really as complicated and cumbersome as the wedding convoy parade in later generations.

Walked for a long time. Chang'an Street had only been half a walk, and the sun came out of the clouds again, making him sweat. If it weren't for the fact that today was his own good day, Wu Jie would almost be tempted to jump off the horse and find a landside stall to eat a bowl of turbid wine.

According to the parade route, the convoy needs to walk around the imperial city, and when everything is finished, it will go to the Qionglin banquet, and I don't know when it will be. To think of such a long road. Wu Jie was a little unbearable.

However, when I think about it, the last Japanese Olympic champion returned to China, and didn't have to parade like this for a lap, so I suffered it vividly.

Speaking of the last London Olympics. Athletes from many countries return home. It's all like this. China and the United States mainly won too many gold medals, and it is not surprising that they avoided such a show.

Right. This palace test is a national-level competitive games for many people in the capital, and if you win the first, you are a national hero and a public idol.

In a teahouse on Chang'an West Street, King Yu and Concubine Li were sitting in a private room, looking down at the street. They were all dressed in civilian clothes. I didn't have many people with me, only a few long-term followers.

The future little emperor of Wanli also came. He was only a few months old, and he was holding Feng Bao in his arms, crying.

King Yu was helpless by the child's quarrel: "Concubine Ai, I just said it, today is too chaotic and noisy, and your mother and son should not come." You see, with so many people, Wang Er was obviously frightened. ”

As he spoke, he pointed downward, and the wide street was already full of people, and it was crowded with water. It was said that a wide gallop road should be set aside in the middle of the street for the champion to run his horses, but no matter how the officials tried to maintain order, the crowds continued to pour towards the center.

The vacant road became narrower and narrower, and the servant was so angry that he couldn't stop scolding his mother and whipped his whip forward.

As for the shops on both sides of the street, they were also closed early, for fear that they would be taken away by someone if they waited for a mess.

But the windows on the second floor, without exception, were open and crowded with curious heads.

The windows of these good locations were given by the rich and noble families early, and it is said that some people made a small profit because of this, and got the money and food for the New Year's cat's winter.

"I'm scared here, Wang Er is a natural person who likes to be lively. As soon as you don't see anyone, you cry. When he came here before, Wang Er laughed happily. If you don't believe me, you ask Feng Bao. Concubine Li said with a smile.

Feng Bao hurriedly said: "Yes, the prince is a person who likes big scenes and big fun, and he is worthy of being the son of a dragon and a grandson!" ”

When King Yu heard him say this, his heart rejoiced: "Then why did he cry again?" ”

Concubine Li: "I should be hungry." ”

"That's how it should be." The prince smiled and beckoned, and a nurse walked in from outside, opening her mind, revealing her white breasts.

"Wait." Feng Bao hurriedly called hot water again and cleaned the nurse's chest, so she asked her to feed it.

Sure enough, as soon as there was food in his mouth, the little prince stopped crying.

"When will the float of Kua Street arrive, I can't wait to see the style of Wu Festival." Yuwang looked forward to it.

Feng Bao said with a smile: "Lord Wang, there are so many people on the street, and they can't go fast, and it is estimated that they won't be able to come in half an hour." Or, bring some tea. ”

"It's fine."

Just as he was about to order food, someone downstairs patted the table: "...... Let's say that Wu Festival Wu Shizhen was originally the star of the world, and he was sent by God to assist the current saint to be a good official. He was born with a difference, he was an official in the world during the day, and when he dreamed at night, he would go to the underworld to assist Lord Yama in judging good and evil. The so-called day and night are also ......"

It turns out that there have always been storytellers in this tea house.

The teahouse is full of people every day, and the storyteller has a good voice, although there are many people today. But when he shouted, he went far into the street, and turned a corner and went upstairs.

The prince was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but say: "When did this Wu Shizhen have magical powers, why doesn't Lone know?" This is a fairy method, but I am afraid that my father and emperor will not do this. ”

Concubine Li laughed: "Mr. Wu Shizhen is a great Confucian, and he doesn't cultivate, how can he be supernatural, it's just the nonsense of the countrymen." ”

"Hehe, it's strange to be lonely when you think about it...... I don't know what bizarre stories this storyteller will tell, but it's curious. ”

"If the prince really wants to hear it, just say something about Mr. Chuan, and it's a big deal to reward more gold and silver."

"No, no, those stories are all hypotheses, and they are not very interesting, how can they be as interesting as Wu Shizhen's "Stone Records"."

As she was talking, Concubine Li suddenly shouted: "Look, Lord Wang, aren't the people below the family members in Mr. Wu's house, come over too, why does that maid have a big belly, giggles, I didn't expect Wu Shizhen to have a queen." ”

Yuwang and Feng Bao looked down at the same time, and there was a group of people walking towards the first floor of the teahouse, it was Mozi, Lian Laosan and a few maids.

Moths and others, but they know each other.

The prince smiled: "Today is a good day for the Wu Festival, they naturally want to come and see it, and everyone has gathered it." (To be continued......)